Submissions by Dulcea
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
~esoteric microcosm of inspired vibrations~
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jun 2012 3:29am
4th Jun 2012 3:29am
New Eyes ©
Within my skull
Confusion arises
Distrust
Paranoia
Want their voices heard.
Old memories
Impossible to forget
Influencing
Every action
I'd like to trust
Feel compassion
I really do
But experience says
"You will betray me"
Call me 'friend,' my friend
I will have your back
You will spread filth
Behind mine
Your examples
Made me see
Ugliness
All around
In every face
Deception
Agendas
In every smile
Now I must birth
New eyes
New eyes
Which...
Confusion arises
Distrust
Paranoia
Want their voices heard.
Old memories
Impossible to forget
Influencing
Every action
I'd like to trust
Feel compassion
I really do
But experience says
"You will betray me"
Call me 'friend,' my friend
I will have your back
You will spread filth
Behind mine
Your examples
Made me see
Ugliness
All around
In every face
Deception
Agendas
In every smile
Now I must birth
New eyes
New eyes
Which...
779 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
30th May 2012 9:28pm
30th May 2012 9:28pm
I Am A Scribe ©
I write what I learn, what needs to be known.
I write what I experience, and everything I'm shown.
I draft things to be recalled, so it's in ink and it's in bones.
The compositions I share are but the tip of the iceberg.
and the rest shall remain unknown.
Unseen. Unspoken.
I do like the look of the words that I write,
whether notations, or works of my own.
I look to the shelves to remind me what's essential,
what will help me most to grow.
Because I am a scribe, and I copy Grace...
I write what I experience, and everything I'm shown.
I draft things to be recalled, so it's in ink and it's in bones.
The compositions I share are but the tip of the iceberg.
and the rest shall remain unknown.
Unseen. Unspoken.
I do like the look of the words that I write,
whether notations, or works of my own.
I look to the shelves to remind me what's essential,
what will help me most to grow.
Because I am a scribe, and I copy Grace...
859 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th May 2012 9:10pm
30th May 2012 9:10pm
The Master Playwright ©
All of the lines have been spoken, spoken.
All of the songs have been sung.
The curtain has threatened an ending, falling.
You must finish and take a quick bow.
It's mostly our fault. Created from thought.
We raised him and shaped him, and now you obey him.
He's yielding the strings but you praise their support.
The loss of the weight and the blame.
Forlorn shadows conquer the land.
He's moving your lips, guiding your hands.
Justifying roles of villians insane.
Scripted false prophecies of light.
Darkening hearts....
All of the songs have been sung.
The curtain has threatened an ending, falling.
You must finish and take a quick bow.
It's mostly our fault. Created from thought.
We raised him and shaped him, and now you obey him.
He's yielding the strings but you praise their support.
The loss of the weight and the blame.
Forlorn shadows conquer the land.
He's moving your lips, guiding your hands.
Justifying roles of villians insane.
Scripted false prophecies of light.
Darkening hearts....
576 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
30th May 2012 3:36am
30th May 2012 3:36am
Did It Even Matter? ©
Putting theory into action. A rare single step. Sticking to basic guides, unavoidable. I'm completely inappropriate. You're defending nothing. Circumstantial principles. Double standards and living for the last words. No map of your games, or translations made. When you really look back on it, does it even matter?
Substance is only appreciated. Substance without substance, if you know what I mean.
When writings were infants; technology a glimmer in a day-dreamer's eye. When they executed wise men who toasted with their own poisonous final drink. Anything worth learning,...
Substance is only appreciated. Substance without substance, if you know what I mean.
When writings were infants; technology a glimmer in a day-dreamer's eye. When they executed wise men who toasted with their own poisonous final drink. Anything worth learning,...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
30th May 2012 3:05am
30th May 2012 3:05am
Green ©
Buying things you can't afford.
Consumers are consumed.
Hemorrhaging for your green lord,
until every cent is used.
I am not confused,
though the picture is askew.
The path man took to grow this way,
I will tell to you . . . . .
It's green!
And it's the only thing they know.
It's greed!
Colder than the driven snow.
It's green.
'Cuz your morals have been scathed.
I see all your motives.
They're all out on display.
They're green.
They don't want your kindness.
They want monetary love.
The system's...
Consumers are consumed.
Hemorrhaging for your green lord,
until every cent is used.
I am not confused,
though the picture is askew.
The path man took to grow this way,
I will tell to you . . . . .
It's green!
And it's the only thing they know.
It's greed!
Colder than the driven snow.
It's green.
'Cuz your morals have been scathed.
I see all your motives.
They're all out on display.
They're green.
They don't want your kindness.
They want monetary love.
The system's...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th May 2012 5:03pm
29th May 2012 5:03pm
Pharmaceutigirl ©
How long will you deny your very being?
Chemically-based, and completely love-free.
You're nothing but a shell of a person.
It's so plain to me, yet you ignore your own reflection.
How long will you renounce all crucial matters?
Your own flesh and blood neglected for so long.
The hopeful vie for growth, yet you remain listless.
Inebriety all you know, all you care for.
Your addiction's your closest ally.
Your most precious commodity,
held above all others.
You demonize and slander anyone
who comes between...
Chemically-based, and completely love-free.
You're nothing but a shell of a person.
It's so plain to me, yet you ignore your own reflection.
How long will you renounce all crucial matters?
Your own flesh and blood neglected for so long.
The hopeful vie for growth, yet you remain listless.
Inebriety all you know, all you care for.
Your addiction's your closest ally.
Your most precious commodity,
held above all others.
You demonize and slander anyone
who comes between...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
29th May 2012 4:05pm
29th May 2012 4:05pm
Invocation of Eala ©
I call into myself
the qualities of the swan,
afloat upon the lake.
Of transformation,
flight of soul,
Of beauty, love, and grace.
I call into myself
the qualities of the swan.
Inspiring threshold bird.
And with Eala
as my disguise,
I travel to the Otherworld.
the qualities of the swan,
afloat upon the lake.
Of transformation,
flight of soul,
Of beauty, love, and grace.
I call into myself
the qualities of the swan.
Inspiring threshold bird.
And with Eala
as my disguise,
I travel to the Otherworld.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
28th May 2012 11:15pm
28th May 2012 11:15pm
Blackbird ©
Black Druid of the skies.
Between moonlight & daytime.
A song of souls, he sings.
Feathers and the forge.
A tune of Otherworlds.
Self-awareness, he will bring.
And so he sings.
Twilight lullabies,
and fades into 'tween times.
And so he sings.
Perched between worlds.
Sweet enchanting bird.
Druid Dhubh
telling you
to answer the
inner call.
Between moonlight & daytime.
A song of souls, he sings.
Feathers and the forge.
A tune of Otherworlds.
Self-awareness, he will bring.
And so he sings.
Twilight lullabies,
and fades into 'tween times.
And so he sings.
Perched between worlds.
Sweet enchanting bird.
Druid Dhubh
telling you
to answer the
inner call.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th May 2012 11:07pm
28th May 2012 11:07pm
Living to Hurt ©
Some of them out there are living to hurt.
Some of them there just for you.
Some may crack a chip off the stone.
But this stone's not going to move.
Just roll your eyes and turn away.
They do it 'cuz they love your pain.
But you gather a grin
when they fail their hurtful aims.
Don't ever let them see
a stream on the face of me.
Transform the hate to pity.
'Cuz you know their spineless deeds
are born
of long-rotten fruit,
from damaged seeds
spewed from the...
Some of them there just for you.
Some may crack a chip off the stone.
But this stone's not going to move.
Just roll your eyes and turn away.
They do it 'cuz they love your pain.
But you gather a grin
when they fail their hurtful aims.
Don't ever let them see
a stream on the face of me.
Transform the hate to pity.
'Cuz you know their spineless deeds
are born
of long-rotten fruit,
from damaged seeds
spewed from the...
640 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th May 2012 1:03am
27th May 2012 1:03am
Strange Thoughts ©
As the day ends,
and the night fades in .
The moon shines,
and there's gentle wind.
As the shadows grow,
and the darkness grins.
I step back,
and watch the strange begin.
Keen sight.
Through the night,
I see.
What crawls out
may try to frighten me.
Adrenalized might.
From my mind,
I bleed.
Strange thoughts
of what I soon may be.
and the night fades in .
The moon shines,
and there's gentle wind.
As the shadows grow,
and the darkness grins.
I step back,
and watch the strange begin.
Keen sight.
Through the night,
I see.
What crawls out
may try to frighten me.
Adrenalized might.
From my mind,
I bleed.
Strange thoughts
of what I soon may be.
799 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
26th May 2012 4:41am
26th May 2012 4:41am
Ramblings of a Frustrated Mind (Lacking Community of Every Kind)
Everyone in an uproar. Outraged. Apparently divinity, like royalty and property, must be inherited to be claimed. “You have taken from my gods and put it in your names!” Titles and labels ‘stolen’ from their page. Do you know yet, the power of words? These gods, these secrets, these keys … . .these words .words. Share them, and you’ll shame them. I own them. I created them. I gave them their use. I won’t give them to you. We know what this word is, what it means to us. No nevermind what it means to them or to you. Guard it like a grail and take it to the grave. Find another name. This one is...
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STORY POEM
Published
26th May 2012 4:36am
26th May 2012 4:36am
In Dreams ©
Deep sleep scenes. in broken segments.
Can't make heads or tails of this.
Blurry vision . Subconscious schisms.
Turn the pages, and step on in.
To myths and tales, beyond the veils.
Unhuman things you hope aren't real.
Obtuse lessons. Shadow blessings.
Seems like reality, and I can't tell.
If there's deeper meaning,
Or mental cleaning.
Or even prophecies within.
Yet daily, I ponder the elusive wonders
...
Can't make heads or tails of this.
Blurry vision . Subconscious schisms.
Turn the pages, and step on in.
To myths and tales, beyond the veils.
Unhuman things you hope aren't real.
Obtuse lessons. Shadow blessings.
Seems like reality, and I can't tell.
If there's deeper meaning,
Or mental cleaning.
Or even prophecies within.
Yet daily, I ponder the elusive wonders
...
830 reads
3 Comments
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